(Ein Denglish DADA Versuch über Nähe und Farbe)

Prologue:
Close-up, bitte.
Too close for comfort, too honest for illusion.
I am mostly pink,
but with existential undertones.
The nose? Yes — it thinks.
The eye? Maybe it dreams in subtitles.

Oink Analysis

This is not portrait,
it’s confrontation mit weichem Licht.
Graphite flüstert: “Stay human.”
Color replies: “Too late.”
Ich bin Schwein und Spiegelglas,
a reflection that refuses politeness.

DADA Confession

Beauty tried to organize me.
I declined.
Chaos offered coffee —
we talked about sincerity until both of us blushed.
The ear overheard everything.
No one apologized.

Philosophical Snoutwork

Pink: I feel.
Beige: I explain.
Shadow: I edit.
Together we form the grammar of absurd tenderness.
DADA says: “Ja, nonsense!”
I say: “Exactly — finally something true.”

Final Line (Oink Edition)

Too near to be symbol,
too alive to be art.
Half snout, half sentence,
breathing quietly in lowercase —
oinking the language of almost-understanding.